Blind Date Surprises

A/N: Thanks, first of all, to all my readers and reviewers. Makes me feel nice inside to know that other people actually enjoy my work. And to those who have enjoyed my other story and this one so far, you have no idea how honoured I feel about that. So, thank you. A warning, this chapter is a bit angsty, nothing terrible, just normal relationship crap. We silly Gryffindors tend to wear our emotions on our sleeves for the world to see. Don\'t worry, I am writing this as a nice, fun, happy story. So just had to get through one little hiccup in the relationship to make it more real...for who in the wide world has a perfect relationship...how boring would THAT BE! Anywho, hope you enjoy!





Ch. 7 Misunderstandings



Hermione and Ginny were vegging out in front of the television. Every so often, Ginny would glance at Hermione. It had been two weeks since she and Draco had been alone in the house, and Hermione had not mentioned him once.



The redhead deduced that something had gone terribly wrong, she had come home that evening to Hermione in the bathroom, crying like a madwoman. She had spent the next few days throwing herself into her work, coming home and locking herself into her room.



Harry and Ron had been over numerous times, but Hermione didn’t want to see anyone. Draco had owled every day and even came over in person twice. He seemed to be as bewildered as Ginny over the whole situation.



The box was flashing some absurd, late night show, but neither girl was watching. Ginny was watching her friend, and Hermione was gazing off into space, apparently lost in thought.



Hermione, ever thirsty to know everything, had spent the past two weeks critiquing herself and replaying the events of the evening. She thought everything was going so well. Then he just leaves.



She knew he had experience, the whole of Hogwarts understood his nickname of Sex God. He had to get it somehow. Was the idea of being with a mudblood so repulsive?



Hermione crossed her arms and huffed, startling Ginny beside her. “Hermione, why don’t you just TALK to him!” she pleaded, she was getting quite irate at Hermione’s constant moping about.



“Why, Ginny? To be rejected again?” she snapped back. Ginny stood up, having had enough. “Well, you know, Hermione, it is hard to be sympathetic when you won’t even tell us what happened and you snap our heads off when we speak to you.” She turned on her heel and went to her room to sleep.



Draco was lounging in his room, staring at the ceiling. Two weeks of owls and he still hadn’t heard from Hermione. What was wrong with the girl? He thought they had parted quite well.



It had taken all of his control to remove himself from the situation. He had more respect for Hermione than to just use her for a shag. He had to resort to a cold shower once he was safely home.



He had expected another fun time with her that weekend, but had been unable to get in contact with her. The female weasel tried to get Hermione to come out of her room when Draco had gone to visit, making sure she was ok, but there was no response.



This is ridiculous. Bloody Gryffindors. Wearing their emotions on their sleeve. But his thoughts betrayed him, that was one thing he adored about her, she was highly passionate. He couldn’t wait to unleash that passion in the bedroom, but he wanted it to be special with her.



He had spoken with Blaise over the weekend. After having to explain to his long time friend, Blaise had been most supportive, recommending he go burst through her door, demanding she get her ‘shit’ together.



He shook his head at the memory, yeah, that would almost be worth the look on her face just to do it. Well, he could take half the advice and try a personal visit one last time.



Knocking on the door, strange butterflies in his stomach, Draco steeled himself. His stomach dropped completely when Scarhead opened the door. Harry looked downright indignant to have Draco there.



“Malfoy!?” he exclaimed, reaching his hand into his pocket, where Draco suspected his wand was. “What the hell are you doing at my girlfriend’s flat?”



Draco sighed, “I’m here to see Granger, scarhead, don’t get your knickers in a bunch.” Ginny came up behind Harry, thankfully, and allowed Draco to come through the door.



Harry followed him into the living room, eyeing him suspiciously. What does Malfoy want with Hermione? Nothing good could come of this visit.



As soon as Hermione lay eyes on him, she stood and stormed to her bedroom, Draco could here the fleeting sound of a sob as the door was shut.



“Hermione!” he cried, making to follow her. Ron stood up and put his hand on Draco’s chest, blocking his path. Harry, who had been watching closely, looked from the door to Draco, the pieces slowly coming together for him.



In three steps he had Draco against the wall, wand at his throat. “It’s YOU! You are Mr. Something.” He yelled. Draco tried to pry the boys hands from his shoulders. “Back off, Potter, this is nothing to do with you, now let me speak to Hermione.”



Harry let him go after Ginny gently placed her hands on his shoulders, pulling him back, his wand was still aimed at the blonde pureblood. “What did you do to her? She has been awful for days now.”



Ron turned to Ginny, “Why didn’t you tell us, Ginerva?” Ginny placed her hands on her hips a la Mrs. Weasley. “Well, excuse me, Ronald Bilius. It wasn’t my news to tell, she knew you two prats would act before thinking.”



Harry was still glowering at Draco, but had lowered his wand. He knew Ginny had a point, and Hermione was a smart girl, but that didn’t stop the anger he felt knowing that this git was the reason for Hermione’s breakdown.



Ginny looked at Draco, “Go to her, Draco, maybe she will let you in.” Harry piped in his piece, “If you upset her any more, you will not leave this flat unscathed.” He warned. Ron threw in his ‘yeah’ and they allowed Draco to go to Hermione’s door.



He knocked softly, “Hermione?” “Go away.” She said in a watery voice. Draco still couldn’t figure out what was wrong.



“Hermione, what’s wrong, love? Come on, let me in, let’s talk.” He spoke in such a soft tone, it was shocking for the other men in the house to believe it came out of Draco’s mouth.



“I don’t want to talk. You don’t want me, so I don’t want to talk about it.” Realization hit Draco like a slap in the face. “Hermione, I think you misunderstand my intentions, but I really do not feel like sharing that evening with your two dunderhead body guards, so please let me in.”



Draco held his breath and waited. Soon he heard her shuffling around and the click of the door lock. He smiled and stood up, looking at the shocked faces of Hermione’s friends.



He went into her room and shut the door. She was sitting at the window, facing away from him. There were tissues littering her bed. She slowly turned to look at him, her face red and puffy with two tear stains framing her face.



“Go on, talk. I’m listening.” She said, her face contorted into a ‘this better be good’ expression. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. “Let’s sit, we may as well be physically comfortable, this could take awhile.”